25 June, 2011
Continuing education
Last night I learned that there is such a thing as "Teen Wolfing a beer." Of course, Charlie introduced me to this.
24 June, 2011
Brilliant
I'm getting the GREATEST breakdown of drunk girl profiling I have or may ever hear. And it is borderline BRILLIANT.
Casual conversation
Dan G: "Hey, gas is 3.59 here."
Dan D: "My god, they're practically giving it away."
Well, I smiled.
Buffett Ho!
And now we drive. We drive until the sun bakes the grass and hot dogs sell next to smores.
05 June, 2011
Oddities in a gas station sales bin [pt 2]
After a familiar drive through the western portion of Mpls - near the now defunct Down in the Valley records and the location of a memorable test drive with my younger brother - we arrived at the friend of my friend's apartment.
I met cats, I leaned against siding. We made jokes amidst smoke as friends spoke between tokes.
At one point I ransacked the internets for a flick we hoped was hilarious (it wasn't), while my buddy talked up the night's show. Being there, among friends, I then vividly remembered old weekends in The Cities where me and mine would hang out, simply excited & yammering about music...not that I miss loving music, but I do miss times with friends sharing such stuff.
Anyway.
I happily offered Sober Cab duties to the delight of my friends, and soon we were heading out for dinner and the show. Everyone packed into my car and the comments about me taking turns like a commercial came both fast and furious.
to be continued...
I met cats, I leaned against siding. We made jokes amidst smoke as friends spoke between tokes.
At one point I ransacked the internets for a flick we hoped was hilarious (it wasn't), while my buddy talked up the night's show. Being there, among friends, I then vividly remembered old weekends in The Cities where me and mine would hang out, simply excited & yammering about music...not that I miss loving music, but I do miss times with friends sharing such stuff.
Anyway.
I happily offered Sober Cab duties to the delight of my friends, and soon we were heading out for dinner and the show. Everyone packed into my car and the comments about me taking turns like a commercial came both fast and furious.
to be continued...
20 May, 2011
Waits, Seven's & whiskey [pt 1]
Last weekend I had the great pleasure of visiting an exceptional friend in the Twin Cities. Although we rarely see one another, when we do it warrants significance...Last Friday proving no different.
When I first arrived he was mid-cigarette, strangling the neck of a steel guitar as the owner of the garage he occupied accompanied him via a worn out acoustic. I was encouraged to join in, soon plucking away at (what I considered to be) a remarkable washtub bass.
It may have been the simplicity of the instrument but I found it easy to - for lack of a better description of my dull assault - 'jam' with them. In fact, as they continued to work through a song - pausing to discuss the details - I'd continue on with my beat, secretly memorizing the specifics of my bass' construct so I could mimic it at home. Like the hopes of a compact treadmill, I envisioned myself using it while watching television or even reading a magazine: somehow earning a new layer of skill or attraction in the midst of zoning out; In short, the modern man's dream.
We exchanged comments on artists ranging from Neil Young to Snoop Dogg, playing samples periodically throughout the session. Time skipped by rapidly enough and in no time we were saying our goodbyes, my car trailing his out of the small community's side roads.
to be continued...
When I first arrived he was mid-cigarette, strangling the neck of a steel guitar as the owner of the garage he occupied accompanied him via a worn out acoustic. I was encouraged to join in, soon plucking away at (what I considered to be) a remarkable washtub bass.
It may have been the simplicity of the instrument but I found it easy to - for lack of a better description of my dull assault - 'jam' with them. In fact, as they continued to work through a song - pausing to discuss the details - I'd continue on with my beat, secretly memorizing the specifics of my bass' construct so I could mimic it at home. Like the hopes of a compact treadmill, I envisioned myself using it while watching television or even reading a magazine: somehow earning a new layer of skill or attraction in the midst of zoning out; In short, the modern man's dream.
We exchanged comments on artists ranging from Neil Young to Snoop Dogg, playing samples periodically throughout the session. Time skipped by rapidly enough and in no time we were saying our goodbyes, my car trailing his out of the small community's side roads.
to be continued...
14 May, 2011
Win/Lose
For the first time in years, I have successfully out-awaked every member of my party. Although I'm not exactly sure what that outcome may mean, HOORAY!
25 March, 2011
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